Esme's POV
That night when Carlisle got home from the hospital, I planned to have a long hard chat on why nothing was working and the next move. It was clear to me now that this next move was inevitable. Dr. Gerandy had done all he could do, and it was time to move on, again.
Alice had since woken up and moved to her bedroom when Carlisle got home so it was a perfect time to talk without chance of her overhearing.
Carlisle kissed my cheek and sat down next to me, he could sense that I wanted to talk. That was one of the things I loved about him, there's no need for words.
"How's she doing?" he asked, knowing this conversation would be about Alice.
I sighed and sank down in my seat. "She lashed out at me this morning." A looked into my husbands eyes. "This isn't the one. We have to move again." Tears filled my eyes and Carlisle hugged me while I cried.
When I was done he looked at me seriously. "Biloxi." he said.
"What?"
"Biloxi, it has one of the best mental clinics in the country. If they can't cure Alice I don't know who can."
I smiled, but then thought about what Alice had said earlier.
"She doesn't think she can be cured." I whispered. "It sounds like she's more content just to have the visions."
Carlisle chuckled then. "I wouldn't say that, you know how she gets when she has one."
No sooner had he said that there was an ear-piercing shriek that came from Alice's room.